The Sunday herald., 1887-01-30

"No; he met her at the British Museum in
the first instance"
"a literary ladyr'
"Not exactly. She used at one time to
be rather fond Of art, but she has quite
given up all that sort Of thing. She is a
very cheerful. pleasant sort Of woman,
rather stout, but wills as lanky az eeet."
81 rather fancy hsve sect story OF his
somewhere"
VERY likely lie writes q good deal, but
not half Of IL gets into print. It's shocking
the waste that goes on in that pr6fession-
waste OF the worst kind, too. Far wofss
than having a batch Of biscuits burntP"
About month later the proudest day in
Johns life Arrived. His work people could
not think what III the world made him so
adgety. Every single article IN the mill
had TO be cleaned and POLISHED atd set in
order, though II was as nice as etsr u c6uld
be, but he bothered even over the br8s5
knobs and bars about the engine, and gave
the womon's overlooker hint to tell them
to make themselves tidy.
Ateleven o'clock Ceffisge and pair drove
up to the door, just as in old days miss pul.
Gle used to drive up 10 the little shop. John
remembered.
Tho day that he had pictured to himself
for years had come at last, as, bareheaded,
he met Miss Dulcie at tue door. She looked
like queen, he thought, and she certainly
was beautifully dressed In gray and silver,
with bunch Of yellow roses In her dress
and in her hat. lie was glad she looked so
nice, for he hoped this was her future king
dom, and the admiration Of his work -peo.
pie was not matter Of absolute Indifference.
Many curious eyes we're cast Upon her az
ab IN w a frnsvx In trnss aud
knowing look passed between the "hsnds."
And IL II was proud day for him, II was
an astonishing one for her. Why, the place
was magnificent finer thsn mere
house, however furnished--it was n palace.
John Goss was king; his very glance was a
command. Hundreds of men aud women
looked to him alone as their earthly provi-
dence; and there was the huge engine feed.
ing all the world by coolly waving It's arms
about. And such millions and millions Of
biscuits! One would think nobody in all
creation ever ate anything else. What a
modern version Of the old primitive bread.
making
Dulcis felt to her hearts core the stupen.
dousness Of the place, and the work and the
power of the man beside her.
"Won't you take one 7' he said, Offering
her biscuit of a certain kind.
There was agrsvity aud solemnity about
him as he offered III and she took IL as a
kind of token-not the mere offer of bis
Quit, but something sguifed beyond.
"Doesn't IL remind you i' he said, very
gently.
"Wby, these are the very ones you made
for ma long time ago -
'The very same. It was in pleasing you
that my fortunes began"
She looked up.
"Shall we-shall we 60 into another
room 9'
The three months passed away only too
quickly, and John was no nearer his hearts
desire than on that dav. In vain he tried
to comfort himself with the thought that in
society wealth such as his was considered
fair equivalent for birth such as hers; and
In vain Dulcie's worldly aunt, who recog.
nized a good match when she saw one, In
vited him to dinner, lawn .tsnnis and pic
MICS. He went TO them all, but Dulcie gave
no sign-not so much as the droop of an eye
lash. She was too proud to take up the un.
generous part Of trying to attract the man,
now he was rich, whom she had despised
when their positions were reversed. But
how did he know thatl He thought she
| simply did not care.
II was almost the last day of their stay,
and John was standing In very disconso
lats mood by the workmen's entrance to his
mill, watching some casks of sugar being
hoisted up to the top story-au immense
| height, six or seven flats.
As the great iron clamps were being fitted
on ths last barrel he caught sight of a
pretty white dress fitting by.
ooh, Miss Dulce - he said, impulsi vely
raising his hat, "could you spare me a min
ute or two3 WANTED to speak to you about
something"
He hadn't an idea what only he did want
her; even few minutes would be precious.
| She stopped, and they watched the cask
being swayed up, till it looked quite small
sogreat was the height; then hand was
stretched out, and 1t was drawn in.
| DulGie's upturned face was very sweet
John thought he would like to kiss it, but il
suddenly changed horribly. She threw her
self violently upon him. aud literali,
banged him u2 against the wall with vio
lencs worse than unlady .like-it was per
fec'ly shocking. His hat was sent fyinp
his head rather sharply bruised. He seized
her by the arms in horror. Had she sud
denly gone out of her mindi
But at that instant, just at his feet, will
afrighuul crash, came down the heavy irot
clamps on the very spot where he had beet
standing. Certain and horrible death it
| Wouiu hdSo Uc6u.
The worse than stupid workman overhead
had unfastened them from the cask, anC
calmly given them kick over to be read,
for the next batch, without looking to Sc,
II any one was below.
care you hurt. John--are You hurt 2"
seeipg the blood pouring from the bruise OF
his forehead, and his head thrown agains
ths wall, his face pale and his eyes shut
"Did IL touch you 2" she said, taking hi
hand gently. Do look at mel did try Il
savs you %
He looked down upon her.
"Dulcie, come into my office"
They went across out of the way o.
possible eyes aud ears, ami he shut th
door.
"Dulcie," he said, taking both her hands
"look up, my dear"
She just glanced up, then threw hersel
sobbing on to his shoulder. The strain hat
been great; the tension broke.
''This is the second time you have bene
fitted me, my Dulcie. Your girlsh whim be
gan my prosperity, your womsn's quick mes
saved my life; aud now you know / wan
something elss."
| She didn't speak; but John had got tn
upper hand now, and he meant TO keep II.
"You know what it is I waut," he sal,
persuasively.
She turned her fearful face up to his, an,
he got what he wanted.-- CasscIps Edm,l
| Magazine.